Maia // 003

[mistrustbeauty]

Who: Maia and anyone who feels like having a run-in with a werewolf
Where: Lake Meridian
Style: First
Status: Open~

[this is the longest time Maia's ever been stuck in the Change, and it just seems like the prolonged transformation is just making her bloodthirst worse. have a hungry werewolf with a killer headache, no sense of self, and a need to eat

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[halfthelady]

[After a day of shopping, you'd think Jessamine would be perfectly happy to stay at home and do nothing. But staying in the mansion is almost as horrible as staying in the Institute - stifling and a reminder of what she's supposed to be.

So even though it isn't quite proper (she can break the rules for once can't she?), Jessamine made her way towards the lake after dropping her things off at the mansion with Isabelle. Her parasol is twirling lazily above her as she makes her way around the lake and that's when she hears Maia's howl. Her body tenses up and the grip on her parasol tightens on pure instinct.

Oh lovely.]

[mistrustbeauty]

[even in her transformed state, something in Maia can still function enough to differentiate scents. she's been in her wolf form so long that the initial crazed blackout passed to just being pissed off and hungry with just a little more brain function than usual.

so Shadowhunter blood? it smells like a challenge. instead of haring off slobbering to eat Jessamine, she knows to approach carefully. hackles raised, her howl lowers to a growl as she slinks towards the blonde.]

[halfthelady]

[As much as she doesn't want to, her Shadowhunter training which she vaugely remembers is kicking in. Her parasol is electrum lined by that doesn't mean it's enough to kill a werewolf - and the Angel knows that's what her instincts are telling her to do right now. Something silver would do much better but alas, there was nothing like that on her right now.

Jessamine still can't see the wolf but she holds out her parasol towards the direction of where she heard the growl.]

[mistrustbeauty]

[really? that's all she's got? could be instincts were wrong-- Shadowhunter blood doesn't necessarily mean a threat.

Maia licks her lips, then bursts forwards. she'd rather be hunting in a pack, but this will do]

[halfthelady]

[A little scream escapes her mouth and her parasol lashes out, the electrum wire sparkling in the moonlight. This is why she hates the Shadowhunter world. All the danger. All the random attacks during any times of the day - if she lived a normal life she wouldn't have to deal with any of it.]

[mistrustbeauty]

[Maia's snarl turns into a yelp when the electrum sparks and she does a weird mid-leap backpedal, resulting in a clumsy thud on the ground and a scramble to get back on all fours.

so she underestimated her prey. Maia breathes heavily, hackles up-- not backing away, but not moving forwards, either]

...How did I miss this? ;A;

[halfthelady]

[A thin smirk curls onto Jessamine's face at the yelp. She still has yet to figure out that the wolf in front of her is one of her housemates but it really doesn't matter either way right now. All she can see in front of her is something trying to attack her. The smirk quickly slides off her face though when she realizes that it's there and she takes a quick intake of breath.

She lowers the parasol but only slightly to see the wolf, her eyes alert and wary.]